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[chorus 2x] there ain’t no looooooove (like [8x] , like father like son n*gg*) like the love of a daddy (like [5x] , like father, like like father like son n*gg*) father, father, father like son

[verse 1 – birdman]

i’t filthy rich wit quater keys in the kitchen on ’em the block is hot, but we still here gettin it on ’em and keep a tool every time wit hit these streets cause these n*gg*s act a fool and we’ll be quick to put it on ’em them tear drops homey we so not the n*gg* to f*ck wit cause we will pop .40 cal keep c*cked n*gg* ready to block keep a gun, extra clip homey that’s how we rock like father like son daddy we don’t borrow we stay on the grind homey cause we grind harder and f*ckin wit me homey you won’t like you’ll be the next t-shirt we ya hood all night we got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes we do this state to state thing and cheat the price and rufus came home and i told him to shave but he was tellin me ’bout these p*ssy n*gg*s back in the 80’s baby

[chorus 2x] there ain’t no looooooove (like [8x] , like father like son n*gg*) like the love of a daddy (like [5x] , like father, like like father like son n*gg*) father, father, father like son

[verse 2 – lil wayne]

listen birdman put me on when i was just eleven he was my teacher so i was like f*ck the lesson he was my preacher so i was like f*ck the reverend my mother cita she said that i was wit the devil my mother cita now say that he was sent from heaven so i take heed to every single word that he tell me i remember what my poppa told me remember what my poppa told me young stunna

[birdman]

yeah i’m out here homey pitchin the game and yes i do the whole thang n*gg* give me my change yes we do them old thangs out the brand new range lil n*gg* like his father homey doing his thang we keep the gun for paper homey aimed and c*cked every n*gg* im my circle homey ready to pop we be ridin drops tops that’s just how we rock and i’ll be rollin in the phantom thru my uptown blocks n*gg*

[chorus 2x] there ain’t no looooooove (like [8x] , like father like son n*gg*) like the love of a daddy (like [5x] , like father, like like father like son n*gg*) father, father, father like son

look, birdman jr. f*ck the world pops and we goin’ keep it movin’ even if the world stops stay strapped and lace like girls’ socks stay dapped and drapped like a birthday cake birthdays was the worst days now we sippin on wooey when we thirsty ya know i do believe the money’s cursed me so i pray to god that the devil don’t murk me huh lil’ wizzle but you b*tches call me first place poppa taught me paper chase never skirt chase i put you n*gg*s in the closet in the shirt sp*ce you n*gg*s is yellow like sesame street’s bert’s face worst case senario, burial two tone carera like mascara uh that g-4 take ya boi where ever like father, like son the era n*gg*

[chorus 2x] there ain’t no looooooove (like [8x] , like father like son n*gg*) like the love of a daddy (like [5x] , like father, like like father like son n*gg*) father, father, father like son